"Hello, Dean," I said quietly, walking briskly through the lounge as Paul exited the front door, chasing after Brady.

Dean said goodbye to Paul before he stepped in front of me and ringed his hands nervously. "Hey."

I nodded to him and went to move past. "Zo, wait," he said with a sigh and I turned back to him with bored eyes. He ran a hand through his short hair and let out a breath. "Can't you just… talk to me?"

I shrugged non-committedly and crossed my arms.

"Look. I get it," he said. "And I'm sorry. I really am." I glared at him. "You don't know how much I wish I could have been here for you – for both of you. You think I'd rather be there? You mean everything to me and I'm sorry."

"It's your own fault," I said. "Don't give be the whole 'you don't know what it was like 'there' crap. I don't want to know. It was all your fault."

"I know," he replied honestly. "And if I could go back and change what I did, I wouldn't."

I let out a disgusted breath and immediately turned on the spot, ready to leave.

"Don't just walk away, Zoë," he said, exasperated, stepping forward. "You know what it was like. You watched what he did."

"Yes, but I didn't go and fucking murder someone, did I?" I spat, twisting round to glare into his eyes - which were nearly at the same level as mine. He was a bit taller. I used to think of him as so tall because the last time I saw him he was only a bit shorter than as he is now. I guess whenever I'd thought of him I'd just thought of him asif he was as big and scary as... no. Not like him. Never as bad as him. Noones as bad as him. I'd always loved Dean. There isn't even an ounce of me that loves him.

"I was angry, okay? He's a fucking bastard and I'd happily kill him any day of the week. It's just not right, what he did. I didn't want him to be able to walk free after what he did; what he made you see. That's not right. That's not human. He was barbaric and, yes, I know you think I'm like that as well for what I did and I don't deny it. I don't think that what I did was right, either. But I would never ever hurt you or mom and I couldn't rest knowing that he was out there; that he could come and hurt you or anyone else again. Because you know he was an asshole, you know he wouldn't have just left us alone." He took a deep breath, putting his hand on one of my crossed arms, at the elbow. "I know you needed me and I know I let you down, but I had to do it. For me. I had to make you and mom safe. And I had to pay the consequences. But I'm prepared to do whatever it takes to make it up to you both."

I dropped my arms to my side. "You're an asshole and I hate you," I grumbled, trying not to be swayed by not only what he said, but also by Brady's words from earlier.

"I know," he said again. He stared into my eyes for a moment before stepping forward, enveloping me in a tight hug.

I punched him hard in the chest and he just pulled me closer. "I hate you so much," I muttered and he just held me tightly as I leant my face against him, my eyes closed as I basked in the feeling of the hug that I'd been waiting for for five years.

Brady grabbed my hand and I slapped his arm, running away to try and catch up with Moose and Collin, who were quite a bit in front of us. But he caught up and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me up and off of the ground. He growled 'menacingly' into my ear as I let out a grunt.

"Hold my hand," he demanded and I shook my head determinedly. "If you don't, I'll… cut your hair off." I gasped loudly.

"Oh, Brady, no!" He laughed and kissed my neck before placing me back on my feet. It was an empty threat, though. He likes my hair way more than I do.

He stuck his hand out, staring at me pointedly, his eyes flickering to my hair as if threateningly. I stared at it for a while and he cocked his hip out, putting his spare hand on his hip while glaring at me. He is such a dork. With a laugh I conceded and grabbed his hand.

"We really should hurry up, though, shouldn't we?" I asked and he nodded, rolling his eyes.

"Collin's moaning like a whore about us because we're going to make them late for the 'really great movie'," Brady said, glaring ahead at Collin, who turned around and stuck his fingers up at us.

"Is it weird being able to hear things from so far away knowing that nobody else can?" I asked, staring up at his face as he thought about it.

"Yeah, I suppose. I never really thought of it like that. It's just kinda handy," he answered casually, as if having super human hearing was no big deal. I don't think of him as super human, though. I don't even really think of him as a shift shaper or werewolf. He's just Brady to me. Totally human, normal but slightly weird Brady.

"Do you find it annoying, being able to do all this stuff without being able to tell anyone? 'Cause, like, all you guys could beat Usain Bolt in a race without braking out in a sweat."

He let out a laugh as he pulled me closer, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. "That would be pretty wicked," he admitted, smiling, and I grinned up at him. "But, yes, it goes get annoying. Especially when everyone berates us for everything. We're the ones who are taking drugs and starting trouble. We're the ones who get shouted at by freaking teachers for almost falling asleep in class even though we're the ones who were up all night saving their asses."

I wrapped my arms around his torso as we walked and I gave him a squeeze. "I appreciate you, Brady. I think it's amazing all that you do, and yet never be grouchy that you're the one who's burdened by this."

He smiled and pressed a long kiss on the top of my head. "Thank you. It's worth it, though. I get you and the guys who are like brothers to me. You know I've never really had that great a family so when I have you lot who I know I can trust with my life… well, not a lot of people ever have that. So in a lot of ways I'm lucky. Plus, chasing vamps can be sort of fun and not a lot of people get the self-satisfaction of knowing that they save lives. I'm pretty kick-ass, to be honest."

I smiled up and let out a laugh. Beneath the modesty and trying to make himself not seems so great with the jokes, he really is so sweet. I've never met someone who's as self-sacrificing as he and the other guys are. They're always joking and messing around, as well. They don't act as if they have probably the biggest secret on their shoulders.

"I love you," I said and he smiled down at me.

"You better. I'm way too good for you."

I slapped him in the stomach as I snorted. "Yeah. And don't I know it."

In return he just smiled at me.

"You two are so annoying," Collin and Moose told us when we eventually caught up with them.

Brady clutched at his t-shirt over his heart and gasped. "I thought we were friends," he whispered, horrified, pulling me against him, shielding me from their 'mean words', as he put it.

"Come on," I laughed, pulling him over to the ticket booth. I put my hand in my back pocket to get out my money but he just pushed my hand away and proceeded to buy both of our tickets.

"I can buy my own stuff," I said as we walked away and Brady stared into my eyes as I walked backwards, facing him.

"What? I thought it would be 'romantic'!" he sighed exasperatedly, but even he couldn't keep a straight face.

After we talked and watched the movie (after a minor mishap about the seating arrangements – Collin sat next to me and Moose on the other side until Brady just sat on Collin and punched his arm till he moved) we were all heading back home, having already dropped Moose off. The movie was good, I suppose. But Brady pulled the moves on me – the yawn and stretch, beause he's so smooth – and then I couldn't pay too much attention to the film anymore. There was supposed to be some really hot guy in it, but he failed big time compared to my Brady.

Anyway, I'm so glad that Moose and Brady get on now. It really was stupid for them to be fighting. And they're both such great people, I knew they would get on if they just put their differences aside.

"I'm going to ask Moose out," Collin announced suddenly and my head snapped to him.

"Say what?" I spat.

"I'm gonna ask her out."

"You can't!" I all but shouted at him and Brady looked between us nervously.

Collin frowned at me, cocking his head to the side. "Why not?"

"'Why not?'" I scoffed. "Why the hell should you?"

He pulled a face. "What's it to you?"

"'What's it to me?!'" I scoffed again, my voice slightly hysterical. "Have you even met Leah?"

Collin rolled his eyes and looked out of the car window angrily. "Trust you to be all 'imprint is the only way'."

"I'm not saying it's the only freaking way, I'm saying you can't take that risk with her!"

He let out an aggravated breath and I noticed Brady fidgeting nervously, his hands flexing around the steering wheel of his granddad's car. "Just because four wolves have imprinted doesn't mean that we all will. It is meant to be rare, after all."

"Yeah, four out of nine. Really 'rare', isn't it?" I scorned. "Chances are you will imprint."

"And I'm supposed to just sit around and wait for it to happen? Grow old lonely simply hoping that I'll imprint, just because 'chances are' that I will? Mmm, sounds just lovely."

I glared at him. "What would you rather? String Moose and god knows how many other girls along until you do imprint? Maybe even marry someone just to then turn around and stick your fingers up at her when you throw her away just like Sam did? Nothing good would come of it!"

Collin angrily shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Don't you think this is slightly hypocritical? You tell Brady and Moose of when they get involved with your relationships and yet you'll happily butt in when it's got something to do with them?"

"Well, yes, when Moose doesn't have a clue about any of this. You know you can't tell her about this and she deserves the right to choose and make the decision herself, knowing what you are and what could happen to her if she does go into a relationship with you!"

"Fucking hell, Zoë. I was just going to ask her out on a date or something – I wasn't going to propose to her!"

"Guys, come on…" Brady mumbled.

"Well you can't just start something with her knowing full well its never going to ever lead anywhere!" I said and Collin and I turned to Brady.

"Seriously, tell him he's an idiot," I said just as Collin said over me, "Brady, tell your chick to just back off." We glared at each other before turning to glare at him, the both of sitting back in the seats, crossing our arms as Brady stared wide-eyed ahead at the road.

"Brady!" we both snapped angrily when he didn't respond.

"Come on!" he groaned, moving restlessly in his seat. "Don't. I'm not going to choose between the two of you."

We then drove in silence, Collin and I now angry at each other, arms still crossed like little children who didn't get what they wanted.

But, seriously. He's in the wrong. He can't think that that would be a good idea! I take back what I said about them being self-sacrificing, he's so selfish!

"Thanks for the lift," Collin said hotly, clapping Brady's shoulder angrily before jumping out of the car when we pulled up at his house. Brady went to say something but was just cut off by the door slamming.

I rolled my eyes and just glared out the window at the pavement.

Brady heaved a massive sigh and then we also drove the rest of the way to mine in silence, pulling up slowly. I leant over and kissed his cheek, before unbuckling my seat-belt and pulling at the door handle, opening my mouth to thank him for the night but he groaned.

"Zo, please," he said and I got out. He did the same, shutting the door and then leaning against it as I walked around. "How is this my fault?"

"I never said it was."

He groaned once more and flung his head back, his arms stretching out and grabbing my jumper, pulling me forward.

"Please. I didn't make you choose between me and Moose," he said, pulling me closer against him and I shrugged. This isn't like that. I don't want Collin to hurt Moose. And that's what he will indefinitely do.

Yes, I know I may be the biggest hypocrite in the world, but I don't care.

"Babe…" he grumbled and I looked up at him disapprovingly. He slapped his hand over his face with another groan. "What is even wrong with me calling you that?"

I let out a laugh, stepping forward and wrapping my arms around him, hugging him tightly. "It just sounds cheesy. But I'm not gonna make you choose." I leant back and kissed his cheek again. "See you."

He let out a breath. "I love you!" he called and I waved at him as I walked towards my house. I heard him groan again just as the front door opened. What even is it whith Dean and opening the freaking door before I knock?

"Is he annoying you?" he asked, narrowing his eyes at Brady who just stood there.

"No, but you are. Get in the house," I snapped and he turned and pulled a 'someone's in a bad mood' face but didn't say anything, walking away.

I really need to go to bed.

But, oh wait, that's no good because I'm a freaking INSOMNIAC.

I wish I could love sleep. Most people who have insomnia just have it for like a small amount of time due to stress or something, I can just never sleep. Apart from when Brady's around, I guess.

My cell rang and I almost just chucked it at the wall. I wasn't in a good mood at all after that. Because I reckon there is a tiny bit of Moose that likes Collin. And what can I say to Moose that won't make me sound like the biggest douche of all to get her to not go out with him? That would push my already-at-the-boundry hypocrite levels way over the top.

However, I saw it was Ava so I answered it as I hopped up the stairs.

"Yo, bitch," she greeted in a happy tone.

"I love you too, slag," I replied dryly and she just laughed.

"You know Liam's party next week…" she started, trailing off and I could have rolled my eyes – so predictable.

"Yes…?"

"Are you going?" she asked and I sighed.

"Would you like me to go?"

She pretended to think about it. "Well, you know… he did say you were all invited… so we might as well just go… I suppose… if we have nothing better to do…"

"Right," I said, holding down the laughter. "And 'cause you wanna bed Liam, of course."

"I do not!" she shrieked and I let out a laugh.

"You liiiike him!" I sang teasingly as she huffed on the other end of the phone.

"You are so annoying."

"You only say that 'cause you liiiiike him!"

"Go die. Seriously."

I let out a louder laugh. "Oh, come on. You two are so all over each other."

Ava let out a sort of high-pitched squeak. "Says Misses my-hands-are-permenantly-attached-to-some-part-or-Brady-Evans-at-all-times."

"At least I don't deny it!"

Her laughter died down. "Yeah, well. Not everyone has a guy who is head over heels in love with them like you do."

"Oh, shut it. I'm pretty sure he likes you."

"Doubt it," she scoffed and then paused for a moment. "What's it like? Because he loves you so much... More than what guys our age usually love girls. You're probably one of the few rarities there are in the world."

A dry, awkward laugh escaped my mouth. "I'm sure you'll find someone who loves you as much as I love Brady. Don't get all sad and soppy on me."

"No, no. I know I will," she said, making me smile. "But what's it like now? Usually girls our age are in their beds at night crying themselves to sleep because they think they'll never find someone who loves them for who they are. But you don't have to think that because you already have it."

I took a deep breath and thought about it. "It's… indescribable, really. I can't… I'm just really lucky. Brady is such a genuinly lovely person. I'm lucky that we've found each other." It's so weird talking to her about it, because she doesn't know about the imprinting. I've always thought that I would give it away if I spoke about him but it's not the imprinting, is it? I love him with love, not this mythical junk. "And, yeah. It's just such a relief, really, to have him now. Because people can be like thirty till they really fall in love."

"Do you think you'll stay with him forever?" she asked and I sat down, leaning my head back against my wall, trying not to go weird and dreamy thinking about all of this.

"Yeah. That makes me sound naïve and stupid, but I do believe that. I can't think of it any other way."

"But don't you think it's would be a bit… restricting? Because everyone talks about 'finding' yourself. You won't be able to go through things by yourself, make mistakes but be independent. My nan always says it's the mistakes you make that makes who you are and you won't be able to go off and do what you want – travel and whatnot. "

I bit the inside of my lip. "I've never really been the type of person who will want to go off travelling to 'find' myself. I can't ever leave mom so I've never thought I'd do that anyway. And this will sound terribly cheesy, but I think I'm fine with just making mistakes with Brady, and growing with him. I rely on him so much, even now, and I know I can trust him so I don't think it would ever be a problem. Plus, I'm not much of the 'independent' sort."

"I hate to admit to saying this, but that's actually so sweet," she said and I laughed. "But I'm more the travelling sort. I can't imagine living in La Push forever."

I suddenly became so sad. It was naïve to think that I'd stay friends with them all forever, wasn't it? I know I'll have Brady, but people do naturally drift apart – whether that's through moving away for education or whatever or just simply becoming different.

"I hope we all keep in contact," I said and she made a noise of agreement.

"I've never thought about us all not being together and being so close."

"I know. We've just been such a close nit group for so long. If everyone went off to different universities – with me staying here – it would just be so different."

"God," she laughed, trying to get out of this sad little funk we'd gotten ourselves into. "I don't think I could handle university – having to make new friends and moving away from here. Where the hell am I going to find friends who are as weird as me? I was lucky to find you guys!"

I agreed and laughed. "We'll have to make a pact for like fifteen years into the future to all meet up."

She giggled at the thought. "You'd be some cosy, white picket-fence stay at home mom, with like a hundred kids!"

"You'd be some travelling hippie trailing some man who'd fallen in love with the weirdo kid he met at some beer festival."

"Mmm, I do love me some beer." I snorted at her, imagining the face she was pulling. "Babs will probably be the president of America."

"Yeah, knowing her she will be. Moose would be some tattooed, pierced biker chick who works at a toy factory or something."

She laughed loudly at that. "Don't tell her I said that though," I added. "She'd beat me up so bad."

"Yeah. Kat would have about a million kids, all from different dads. And she'd be a pole dancer."

I snorted with laughter but then sobered up a bit. "Annie will probably have moved back to Wales by then."

"Nicks would…" she started but couldn't finish.

Truthfully? If we're lucky she'll be in a care home or hospital.

I can't think of that. I can't think of us being so torn apart. I can't think of her not being alive.

I think that would be what would push us all apart. If she died, we couldn't carry on. I don't know what would hurt more, loosing the girls too or having to be constantly reminded and having to pretend like we're not missing a major part of group – a part of us.

I can't think of anything but the positive. It's just too hard – and if it's hard for me, I can't imagine what it's like for her.

"She'll be better. Happy," I settled with. Because in this imaginary, carefree world we were imagining, without all the heartache we'll each in turn probably go through, then she would be. "She'll miraculously survive because of some new drug and it will all be happy days."

"That would be nice, wouldn't it?"

I guess I've been selfish. Because I've only just realised that I can't think about the future because it depresses me too much. For the past god knows how many weeks, I've just been so caught up in Brady that I never worried. I always thought that because of the imprinting, I'd always have him, so I'd always be happy. I didn't think of the girls. I didn't ever think that I'd ever not have them around and that they might not be happy.

"I'll always be here for you, you know that? I don't care if it's in forty years time and we hadn't spoke in about thirty. I'd do anything to make sure that you guys are happy," I said and both Ava and I laughed a teary laugh.

"And me you, you whore."

I ran a hand over my face, smiling.

"Right. I'm going to hang up before you make me cry. I'll speak to you tomorrow morning at school," she said with a deep sigh.

"Okay, bye, I love you."

"You too!" And with that, she hung up.

And I laid down thinking about everything, sticking my cell into my pocket.

That was such an unexpected eye opening. Sometimes just the smallest things make you think about the biggest things.

I whacked my cell out of my pocket and started texting Brady, "I love you so much it's unreal. I really couldn't live without you."

Brady's POV

Collin punched me in the arm half-heartedly and I rolled my eyes, shoving him. "Get lost."

"I know you'd choose her over me every time," he said, walking to school, his eyes ahead.

It was a heard decision. Because she's, well, everything. But he's my pack brother. And my best friend.

"Not necessarily," I said and he looked at me disbelievingly. "Although I do think Leah, Sam and Paul would all castrate you at the mention of you trying to date someone you haven't imprinted on, and that person being Paul's sisterm I don't think you can just sit around, purposefully being lonely because of something that might happen."

He looked at me with raised eyebrows. "But, obviously, I understand where she's coming from," I hastily added, making him snort.

"I knew that was coming."

"But you don't know if you will ever imprint."

"Exactly!" he said. I'd been inside his head so I did know how he was feeling. "It's alright for Sam or Zoë to just say 'wait untll you imprint', but they've actually got their soul mate, I might never find mine."

"Plus, you should probably get some practise before you do meet your soul mate. Pick up some moves, you know?" I said cockily. "I'm just naturally a ladies man so Zoë's weak at the knees no matter what I say, but… you… not so much," I told him, shaking my head.

He snorted even louder and looked at me even more disbelievingly. "Seriously?"

I laughed and he jumped on me, punching me and trying to get me into a headlock. "The fact that you said 'pick up some moves' proves that that is bullshit! You're the complete opposite of a 'ladies man'!"

He shoved me away with a deep laugh just as my cell phone went and I dug it out of my pocket, instantly smiling as I saw whom the text was from.

"Ooh," Collin teased in a girly voice. "Brady's got a text from his girlfriend."

I grinned and then actually read the text, which put me on cloud fucking nine. She'd sent it the night before but the reception in La Push is so bad that I only just got it (damn trees), which was a bit gutting, considering I then hadn't been able to reply.

I chucked my cell at Collin, who easily caught it, reading it with a distasteful look on his face. "Point. Proven." To say I was smug was an understatement.

He gagged and gave it back to me. "That proves nothing. You had to imprint on her to get her."

My scowl sent his way got his dorky laugh to stop but I kicked him for good measure.

"You know what I said before? I take it back. Go grow old alone," I muttered and he rolled his eyes but laughed. "And I'm going to go find my Zoë."

"Really? You surprise me."

"Bite me, Collin," I said cheerily, because not even his sarcasm or insults could upset me after that text.

Fortunately, I then spotted her so I happily bounded over to Zoë, wrapping my arms around her waist, picking her up and spinning her around.

She let out a bit of a startled noise but soon relaxed, turning in my arms when I stopped moving. Before she had the chance to speak, I grabbed her neck and kissed her passionately.

"Good morning," I said and she smiled up at me.

"Apparently it's a great morning," she said, slightly bewildered. Her confused but so cute face made me smile and I hugged her tightly, squeezing her against me.

"I love you."

Her fingers closed around my t-shirt and she smiled up at me, not even bothered by me practically squeezing her in half. "I love you too," she said, her eyes shining and I rubbed my nose against hers.

"I know."

Zoë grinned wildly at me, before grabbing my hand and dragging me off. "Come along, Bradykins, we have Physics." I smiled and just followed her. And I pretty much just let her drag me around wherever she wanted. It was a pretty great day. And in no time at all I found myself sitting in the cafeteria at lunch. Time with her just flies by.

She was talking about something rather in-depth but if I'm completely honest with you, I wasn't particularly paying that much attention. I think she knew she lost me a while ago so I hope she wasn't that bothered. I was just content to watch her and think about things, idly amusing myself with her hair. It's like pigs' tails all over. Plus, her friends had come over and sat with us and were now also talking about whatever it was she was talking about.

Collin sat down a little while afterwards and it was a really awkward silence, with him and Zoë glaring at each other until one of them (Babs?) just interrupted their eye-war and carried on their in-depth conversation. I was glad.

Then, Moose joined the group. She looked like she was in a daze and her heartbeat was beating quite erratically, but I didn't notice. I was pulling Zoë's hair and let it spring back into place like I've done so many times before. It never gets old.

Zoë leant over and punched her in the arm. "Hey, you alright?"

She is definitely the woman I want to marry.

Moose looked over at her, frowning but then nodded. It wasn't very convincing.

"What happened?" Zo asked, cocking her head to the side slightly.

"You know… Seth?" she said, her heartbeat going faster when she said his name. "Well, he… he was with Paul and that and I looked up and…" she swallowed. "Err, and then, umm, Paul just dragged him outside."

"Huh?" Zoë said but then halted, looking at Collin and I, the both of us now looking at her very seriously. "Why?"

Moose swallowed again, rubbing her forehead and looking out the window towards the woods. "Dunno," she said slightly breathlessly. "They just took him out to the woods – Paul, I mean, and the others just followed. Do you think I should go after them? I was going to but they just... dissapeared."

"No, they've probably gone by now. But why did they go? What happened? What were they saying?" Zoë probed, her hand now on my leg, tapping me eagerly, as if asking me if this was what she was thinking.

"Well… what – what if they hurt him?" her eyes went wide as she stared at Zo. "Oh crap. What if they do?" her heartbeat was going super fast now, her eyes flickered from Zoë to the woods before she got up, as if to go out and search for them.

Zo just leant forward, grabbed her forearm and pulled her back down. "I'm sure it's fine. Plus, you don't know where they went."

"But – but – what if…?"

"Don't worry. Seth will be fine."

"Oh," Moose didn't look convinced and then did something that I never thought she would do – she started biting her nails. Yeah. Paul's sister. Who quite frankly is a little bit scary.

The rest of their friends were looking at her like she just grew a couple extra heads.

"What is Seth like?" she asked and Collin took in a sharp, angry breath, that seemingly sufficient confirmation.

"He's lovely. Did he look at you? Like in the eyes?" Zoë asked, and Moose tentatively nodded after a moment, staring at Zo, her eyebrows pulled together. "What did it… feel like?"

"What?" she breathed, her eyes widening. "How –? How did you know?"

Collin stood, sending his chair flying well. "Well I hope you're fucking happy," he spat at Zoë. "At least you got what you fucking wanted, didn't you?"

Her head span around to him, her eyes narrowing dangerously. I'd be crapping my pants if I was on the recieving end of that.

"This is my fault? You realise this is exactly why I was saying it was such a shit idea?" she whispered to him angrily and he just glared at her.

"Oh, just fuck off," he shouted before turning and storming out.

"What? Where is he going? Do you think he'll see Seth?" Moose asked, which Collin heard, and seemed to anger him more. Some freshman got in his ways of the fire exit and he shoved his tray of food right out of his hands, which went flying straight into the ceiling. Collin then proceeded to smack the door wide open, almost coming off the hinges.

Zoë winced and looked up at me. I just patted her hand, which was still on my leg, before taking it off and putting it on her lap, getting up to follow my extremely angry best friend. Woohoo. And I get to berate him too, on top of everything. Nobody tells my girl to fuck off. Not even him.

"Where are you going?" Moose then asked – and not in an angry way, in an I'm-really-panicking sort of way. Which I guess I can understand.

If Seth did just imprint (although it sounds like he did, he might not have), then he just got ripped from her sight. And If I remember back to when I first imprinted on Zoë (happy times) then I know that your emotions are all a bit everywhere. If someone had then just dragged Zoë away – and probably against her will, because I know for sure Seth would want anything than to be right next to her – I'd of been going even crazier than Molly was.

"I'll, err, find out that he's okay. And tell him to come see you. Maybe," I said, mentally adding 'if Paul hasn't killed him'. But I thought that would be best left unsaid. Don't want to add fuel to the fire and all that. She might just go running into the woods to find them – which would not be good for anyone. I'm surprised that she hasn't done that already.

Molly exhaled loudly and thanked me profusely.

"Seriously, what the fuck is going on?" Kat asked, as the rest of them all just looked totally bamboozled.

I just left.

Merry Christmas everyone! This is your present from me - sorry it's sort of short and a MAHUSIVE apology that it took me four months to update. You must not have believed your eyes when you saw what story this was that had new chapter. There really are no valid reasons for my tardiness or neglection of this story. Until some of you persuaded me to start writing this again (mainly you, AliciaEM :) & thank you everyone for motiviating me, by the way) I'd forgotten how much I truly loved writing about Zoe and Brady. So you got a lot of drama this chapter; Dean and Zoe have t heart-to-heart, there's a date (their first one technically!), an argument, a tiny breakdown on the mobile (or cell phone as you guys call it - I'll never get used to writing that), Collin and Brady being total guys, and a maybe imprint, aswell as another fight.

With the maybe imprint, you may be thinking 'That's unrealistic. Surely it would have happened before now?', and yes, you're right. It probably would have, but I do have some excuses to come soon and also it's just taken me so long for me to get to where I wanted to be in this story before I added this in (I'm a bad planner). But I really want to show you what's great about Moose, because I know a lot of you guys really don't think she's all that nice.

So, what did you like? What did you hate? Did you hate all of it? Whose POV do you like the most? Whose POV would you most like to see in the future? What would you like to happen in the future?

I'm so sorry if some of you have reviewed and I haven't replied, my email messed up and for some reason on it unticked all the alert bits so none were coming through - which was super disheartening when I actually did update my other story. I think I had replied but if I didn't, I'm sorry. But thank you so much, I do appreciate every single person who reads, reviewes or puts this on an alert/favourite list - thank you!

I should stop talking now. But again, sorry for the massive gap between updates. It's just been school really, with a lot of other stuff, that has been taking up time. But I have to say that I don't know when I'll be updating again as I'm in my last year of school and it's all coursework/revision/tests and whatnot for me. But I hope I can update reguarly and soon! And have longer chapters!

I hope you all have a lovely Christmas and a fantastic New Year! Please review :)

(P.S. I don't know what it is with my obsession with brackets latly. I really should just go through this whole chapter & author's note and take them all out. But I won't. Because I'm lazy, and that means you may not get this till after xmas. Sorry if it's annoying!)